This week has been absolutely crazy at work. Both of us have fast approaching deadlines for massive projects that are significant to Congress. Jodi’s main task has been organizing the volunteers we will need and constructing a program that includes roles, project planning, and recruiting. Among a million other things. My main project this week has been organizing the performers that are coming and trying to synchronize 40 schedules across 7 venues and myriad rehearsals. It’s fun. Like the stressful kind of fun. Not sarcastic.
This weekend was also packed with adventure. Or at least events. On Saturday we went to Angel with Alexa for Chipotle. Again. Burrito bowls. We then continued up the Northern Line to Camden Town, which is a lot like Pike Place or Fremont in Seattle. Or any other hipster sub-nation. I was really only looking for a new umbrella after mine was tragically retired last week but I was tempted several times by just about everything else Camden had to offer. I didn’t actually need any of it and, as John Murray would likely point out, none of it was of particularly high quality. John Murray works at IHQ. He’s the one that deemed us Ken and Barbie. Anyway, we had been planning to see Mockingjay in the week but hadn’t yet so we bussed to the nearest cinema to watch it. Being volunteers we decided grocery snackage was a necessity. This snackage, however, spoiled our dinner appetites. Nevertheless, we went to Southbank after the movie which is the literal south bank of the Thames. There is a new Christmas village that started earlier this month that Jodi tried to convince me to go to the previous night but I convinced her it would be more fun to go with another person. Southbank was a pretty typical Christmas village aside from a Christmas tree maze, which I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Exciting as it was, I wasn’t about to pay £4 to walk through a fake forest…
Sunday. We went to church at the usual time and did the usual things until lunch. We had lunch plans with a family from the Wood Green area that sometimes attends the corps but they weren’t able to make it that morning. They were kind enough to call a taxi service for us so we wouldn’t have to walk through the rain which was pretty torrential that day. The food was fantastic. They’re a mix of Jamaican and Trinidadian which we learned is actually a very uncommon mix for marriages. The food was fantastic. I know I already said that. We were supposed to leave by 2:30 to go to a divisional event in Hoxton but the conversation (and dessert) were too good to leave on time. We still wanted to go to the event so we left after dessert. It took us considerably longer to get to Hoxton than we had anticipated and we ended up arriving about 20 minutes late but it was a relaxed event so it didn’t seem like anyone cared. They were just happy we were there. Dinner was provided at the event but we had eaten just a couple hours earlier so we didn’t actually eat anything.
Oh yeah. And we’re moving to South London on Saturday. While it’s nice to basically live in a hotel, it’s not suitable for an extended period of time and we would like to have a proper kitchen where there’s more than a microwave.
Us in Camden.
Not Camden. As in Southbank.